The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-08-06

from Mime. Marin.o
 "Yes, but with whom does he spend the time? That is the question:"
 "All alonew
 "Eh! !did you say?"
 "Just what you have heard: all alone! The portress says that he nev- CT goes to the house with anybody: that no one has ever inquired about him except wicked looking old lady who went there yesterday and ques- tioned her about MT. Achille. By that lady, 1 suppose he must have meant you, mamma"
 But if he goes without company, and if nobody ever asks for him, what in the world can your husband go to that house for: One may suppose all kinds of things"
 "Wait a minute. About a week ago, as the concierge was standing at the door, Achille came up with a friend who left him, saying in roguish manner:
 Goodbye, old fellow, leave you to Pamela.'"
 "Ah! there now! that's the secret" ejaculated Mime. Martellier. Pamela Some wretch living in the house I suppose, who, not daring to receive him in her apartments, comes down to the famous first floor room."
 That is just what I thought, too"
 "What Machiavelli I have for son. in law :"
 "Here we are at the Luxembourg. Settle with the driver, mamma. haven't sou left. Let us walk about now for an hour, no, not quite an hour, only forty five minutes?"
 "And in forty five minutes?"
 "Then we shall return to Princess street. l am anxious to know the full facts of the case"
 After sending away the hack, Val entine and her mother started down one of the paths running along the side of the palace and leading to the main alley. There they resumed their conversation.
 "Pamela '" repeated Mime. Launoy: "Pamela what a horrid name. Now adays no woman with any self-re- spect would call herself Pamela"
 "Formerly l knew several persons bearing that name," said Mime. Mar tellier. "Even one day at Long, champs l wore hat known as the Pamela, and it created quite a sensa- tion. But let's return to our subject that is, to your husband. Do you really intend to return to Princess street by-and- by?"
 GOf cnupSaf Mpoo Ro,J,,, lo, promised to conceal us both in a small cabinet with a glass door adjoining Mir. Launoy's secret bower In there, we shall both hear and see all that goes on."
 "Yes, but suppose"
 T shall go alone, if you prefer it."
 "No, indeed" replied Mime. Mar teller, spiritedly. could not think of abandoning you to the anger of that monster, who, on seeing that you have found out what orgies he was reveling in, might be capable of in- turing you."
 "A monster! Achille, a monster. Mother, believe me, I can't realize it '"
 Mime. Baudru's little Swiss clock was just striking the quarter to five when she conducted the mother and daughter to Achilles secret bower as Valentine had called it. The worthy concierge had an extra key, by means oI which she entered in the morning to air the room.
 A few seconds before five Mir. Lau- noy appeared.
 W lth happy countenance he took oil his hat and overcoat. Then going to cupboard he took from it su- perb pipe, splendidly colored, pack of cdpo'ul and box of matches. Af- ter filling the pipe with care, he light ed it and sat down in arm-c chair. Half closing his eyes he pufied away with a look of satisfaction that could hardly be described by words.
 Through the door, purposely left ajar. Valentine heard her husband murmur in sort of ecstacy.
 "How good it is, Lord, how good it | is! When I think that old she-goat Mme. Martellier made me promise to give up smoking. So as not to set Valentine and her mother at odds l kept my worlds long as could Ten long months. Then, when I | could stand it no longer, took you back, my little Pamela, good old pipe that was so fond of in my students | days"
 \ cry sounded from the cabinet, the door of which opened abruptly.
 "Valentine! Mime. Martellier ?" ex- claimed Mir. Launoy wildly.
 And he tried to hide the forbidden pipe,
 No! darling" said Valentine: do not hide it. Bring it with you. You may smoke it at the house as much as you please. Pamela and I will get on together"